Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

``` Along the riverbank, St. Trick Cathedral stood in the twilight, with people on the Honning Empire Square nearby strolling and chatting, enjoying the serene and peaceful moment after work. On the southern side of the river, the Moonlight Tower, carved out of a single block of marble, is surrounded by layers of spiral staircases and colonnades. The observation deck at the top of the tower appears particularly magnificent at sunrise, like a Sky Garden floating in the morning glow. Lanci is now standing at the edge of the observation deck, overlooking the city. [You have reached the capital at the southernmost tip of the Honning Empire, Saint Trick.] [You are the incarnate of a calamity, standing above millions, tens of millions, and hundreds of millions of lives; your execution is so swift that even Saint Trick has yet to realize your arrival.] [All the lives and armies you encountered along the way in the provinces have been annihilated.] "The setting sun is endlessly beautiful." Lanci murmured as he looked at the sinking western sun. "Is it merely twilight?" A voice echoed in his mind. Talia asked. "It's just that the setting sun is endlessly beautiful." He replied, "Before the sunset, it is time to finish the last thing." The text from the Mirror of Tiberius continued, climbing like vines onto the observation deck of the Moonlight Tower, densely forming a circle of Demon Race Script. [You will now choose:] [A. Indiscriminate destruction] [B. Raid the Blood Realm] [C. Lurk and tour] [D. Personal intervention] [Destiny Time Remaining: 0 days 07 hours 31 minutes] Lanci didn't intend to seek out the streets he first arrived at on the North Shore. Asking for the opinions of the Saint Trick residents is meaningless now. "The last option." This time, Talia followed Lanci and saw an unusually large number of options. Go to as many provinces as possible along the southern route of the Honning Empire. Lanci chose personal intervention. Suddenly, everything slowed down. He awakened as if from a dream and gained the right to move freely, standing vividly on the observation platform high above Saint Trick. Looking around, he saw himself dressed in a casual vest, standing on top of the Moonlight Tower. "Hey, are you afraid of the Saint Polante Pope?" Lanci turned his head on the observation deck and asked the residents visiting the Moonlight Tower. "The Pope? That guy who is wreaking havoc in the Honning Empire?" "The Blood Clan has always been protecting us; what's there to fear from a little chaos, haha." A customer beside the open-air café on the observation deck confidently replied, his tone full of trust in the Blood Clan. "Do you really think so?" Lanci asked calmly, with a hint of doubt and inquiry. "Those damn guys in the Holy Polante Theocracy always like to slander the Blood Clan, but we won't easily believe their nonsense! See, it's the Theocracy's doing again, and the Blood Clan has been protecting us." A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes said indignantly, his face full of dissatisfaction with the Theocracy. "Even the Pope is not clean; how could the Holy Polante Theocracy be good?" Another robust man with a determined face clenched his fists and declared definitively. "Indeed, this time the Pope really isn't anything good." Lanci listened quietly to these Honning Empire citizens' comments, a smile appearing on his lips, and even nodding in agreement. He vividly recalled how they used to be puppets pulled by the strings of the Blood Clan, their demeanor of being at the Blood Clan's disposition never changed. But now, aside from pity, he had no other feelings left. He gently lifted his fingertips. The Reverse sunset. The purifying light. Gradually it fell from the sky. Even in the white space and the roar, it silenced all the sounds of the world. In this destructive firelight, only the evil silver-white mask was clearly visible. The figure in the casual vest was no longer seen, returning to the true identity of the Saint Polante Pope. When the booming sound rose again. The shockwave had already passed through the entire city-state of Saint Trick! The asphalt ground of the city-state turned black and instantly evaporated into steam; the crystal-clear lake was evaporated by the explosion's high temperature, leaving only a dried-up riverbed and a dead silence. The once towering towers, bustling markets, magnificent temples, everything was turned to ashes, an otherworldly catastrophic explosion had just ended a long time ago, and still the sky was dimmed, only a patch of dusk remained. On the ground, lava-like flames spread everywhere, a heat wave swept around, making the air scorchingly unbearable, and at the original landmark Moonlight Tower, a non-natural pit with unfathomable depth, pervaded with the pungent smell of smoke. Only the wind sang, as if mourning for all this, or as if the tormented souls trapped in this dead city were finally freed, heading to the land of Heaven. At the epicenter of the explosion, the scorching waves still hadn't stopped, the soil at its edge continuously pulsated with red light. The entire city of Saint Po was empty, leaving only the silhouette of the White Robed Pope standing alone in the center. "Are you paying tribute to the Bishop of Destruction this time?" Talia noticed that Lanci liked to use the moves of his teammates and past enemies. Compared to Light Magic, Lanci preferred to use other Attribute Magic after hands-on practice. Sometimes this made him seem more villainous than the villains. "This magic can more perfectly simulate the destructive power of an Eighth-order Strongman at the end of the road, plus, this move I already knew how to perform." Lanci shook his head. "Your Nuclear Fusion Wolf can blow out this effect? Next time, shall we set one off in Brilda during the Cerryti Empire's national celebration to see?" Talia had never actually seen Lanci's Nuclear Fusion Wolf in action. ```